Category Archives: Poetry

Throne of Desire

I am authentically spellbound to be profound. To fight fire with fire for that of which I desire.

Fallacies do not appease me nor does simple praise. Pretty words do not entice me to be locked upon your gaze.

Even if I engaged in the throes of desire. Infuation fueled wanting would surely transpire. Laid to waste by my waist or like a flower plucked and placed in a vase.

Only for the eyes to see and not the soul to feel. Only for your fingers to trace every vertabre on my spine never touching what is truly divine.

What a waste of a woman.


Mount Everest

Like a volcano I was ready to explode, Destroying everything around me without remorse or bias. I was naturally inclined to set bridges on fire so their was no way to return. Places that were once reminiscent of towns and valleys now lay in decrepit. There in the pathways were bodies turned to ash and dust.

There was nothing that could be forgiven, This was natural; it would follow due course. After the explosion of molten lava, everything laying to waste, everything would eventually cool down and transform the landscape. The wild ways of the earth would replant the seed and eventually things would grow.

Once where their was beauty taken for granted, their would be hope for anew. Where they had pulled at the strings until their were none, trying to sway the very essence of time itself, their would be a wild flower growing from a crack in the molten lava.

Definition of love

Art by Patricia Anders

If you really love me..

If you really loved me….

You would earn it.

If you really love me..

If you really loved me..

You would deserve it.

If you really love me…

If you really loved me..

There would be no other.

If you loved me then why did you want to leave me? Why do you say you need me? Why is a question that I don’t care to ask. Why? I don’t know, maybe I don’t care for an answer.

Can I touch you

The first thing he said to me “do you really want me to sleep in the other bed?” Sent my mind into overdrive. Did he really think that I would want to cuddle with him? A man who just recently stabbed me in the heart. He killed me with insecurity, drained me from the drama he brought into my life, and he wanted to embrace me into his arms. Maybe he was hurt to but that’s not how you heal. He told me to text him, which I simply cannot act like nothing happened. He asked if he could touch me but how could I let someone have my skin after hurting what’s within?

I didn’t hate him, I still love him. But I was tired of dancing in circles. If he wants to be friends, that is okay, I guess. However, I’ll take things slower to avoid the chaos.

Narrator of My Path

So he said “misery loves company. That’s why you got to do this alone. You don’t need nobody, you can do this on your own. Leave the petty drama don’t enclose it as your home. I remember a deep thinking women, a hard working one too. See what this stress is doing to you. You should have stayed here, here is where you’re home”.

Remember, don’t let it take all of your energy.

Phuck You.

You want to whisper in my ear. Tell me things you want me to hear. You want to separate my mind from my heart and tear the love I have apart.

If I remain the same; well you’ll ridicule me. You’ll tell me that I’m foolish and that I’m stupid and that I’m lonely.

You’ll tell me that I’m blinded, that my heart is one-sided. You’ll tell me that their is a pattern and the only resolve is my heart shattered into little pieces.

Why can’t you leave me be? Why is it so important for you to talk to me? You’re like the devil playing advocate.